Erotic Gay Male Stories Novels & Stories

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

The brothers interrogated me and even though I’d only half heard them, I responded as much as I could and sometimes, my response would come out as gibberish but they didn’t seem to care. I moved my fingers from the confines of my tight pussy, up to clit as I moved my fingers in circles, breathing heavily and moaning so loudly that everyone else in the room had stopped just to watch us. I could feel my orgasm building up and ready to crash down on me like a wrecking ball as I flicked my fingers across my sensitive clit. “How do you feel now that you’ve left your pussy ass gay boyfriend?” Atlas asked and I drew in a sharp breath as I pumped my fingers into myself faster.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

I stayed with her until the last tremor passed, then kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. We stared at each other for a long moment, both still breathing hard. Then she pulled me in and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips. The heat that had eased returned full force. She turned me around so I faced the table and pressed against my back. One hand reached around to stroke my clit while the other slid two fingers into my pussy from behind. The angle made every thrust hit deep. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back onto her. The wet slap of her hand against me filled the room. “Fuck, Jayla,” I breathed.

“Come on, babe, grab your ankles. I need to be able to prepare you.” Oh. Eric suddenly felt a little nervous. He had never had anything—except for Tom’s tongue—done to him anally. Obviously, he knew it was something many people—especially gay men—did, but, because he had been repressed for so many years, it had taken him a while to even get comfortable just expressing any physical affection with a man. Or manipulative young guy, as it had turned out originally. So, in a lot of ways, everything felt like it was a first time with Tom, since this was the first time he was with a man, and also in love.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

that's right, I did something bad so I can't blame him for why he's looking at me like that-- come on, he doesn't care if Trixie is crying. "I didn't mean it, I was just joking--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he scolded me. This gay man is strong! I'm already doubting if Ken is really gay, maybe I'll get slapped and tweaked by him but what he's doing is sh*t! He's acting like a real man, dude!

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!” “Your brother is a funny guy. You know, we ‘swing’ sometimes with other couples. These are usually like orgies, but Jim started getting jealous and would only let me get it on with women he was fucking or he would pick men and have me get on my knees and suck their cocks. I lost interest now, so it’s me and my vibrator.” She laughed heartily and swiped a hand across her crotch. Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.”

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.